You Think You Know

Insecurity (Poem)

You can't go outside without wondering how you look.

You can't go to school without looking down repeatedly.

You can never please the girl looking back.

You can make a two hundred thing list of what you lack.

Whatever you do, however you do it, doesn't matter and that's all to it.

So instead of trying and never pleasing yourself, you hide all that you hate.

Dressing in long sleeves, hiding your legs.

Trying to cover the extra in your tummy.

Hating yourself, eating nothing.

Walking all day, not resting a minute.

Insecurity isn't a gift.

You don't receive it, you make it.

All for one little whisper, of how you look good in that top.

Anything to please the girl in the mirror.

All of your hard work started paying off.

Well, up until you started seeing the fat come back when others started stopping your hard earned work.

You starved yourself until you fell and now you wished that you had stopped because you starved yourself to death.

All that make up you bought, the mask you wore that you called 'beauty' wasn't what others saw.

They saw a girl who was dead inside.

Nothing left but a mindless body wearing that dangerous mask.

She forgot about her friends and family, all she had was those brushes and tools to make herself more pretty.

Now you see that insecurity is a curse from Hell in which you die in the end.

Whether you die inside or out, isn't the matter at hand.

All because of that one little thought that the demon in the mirror sent.

And you believed it.